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    Wilbur, Quackity, and the series of events that royally screwed up their lives in not always terrible ways.

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    The residents of Enderridge (and the surrounding wilderness) are an odd bunch. But they're doing their best and trying to heal along the way. It's just harder then any of them think.

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    Listen. Karl wasn’t suicidal. He wasn’t.

    It was just – he’d been so sure that this was a Tale. This Quackity was… different. He had cold eyes and an even colder smile, and was the complete opposite of the warm and laughing fiancé Karl knew. Where his Quackity would’ve greeted him with a hug, this Quackity offered nothing but aloof detachment. Hell, Karl had never even heard of Las Nevadas.

    Even so, he hadn’t been able to stand the thought of someone who looked so similar to his Quackity eventually killing him. So, he’d decided to speed up the process a little, and the second ‘Quackity’ turned his back, he tried to throw himself off the top of the Needle.

    (He was just going home – to his fiancés.)

    He hadn’t expected to be dragged back over the railing and far away from the edge with an endless litany of curses. And it was his Quackity, wide-eyed and terrified, hands desperately clutching at his jumper. “Karl, what the fuck?!”

    “Oh,” Karl breathed. A quiet realisation. “Hey Big Q.”

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    “I’m not—I’m sorry.” He breathes, and the arm around Tommy’s shoulder tightens. “It’s not so much that I can’t, but that I won’t. And there is a reason that I’m not telling you, Tom—you shouldn’t be hearing it from me. You shouldn’t be hearing any of this from me.”

    “What’s that supposed to mean? Who else is gonna tell me, Wilbur?”

    “Dad,” Wilbur says, surely. “Dad can tell you.”

    Or: A historically accurate Crimeboys Dust Bowl AU in which Tommy is young and bitter, Wilbur is young and naive, and Phil… Well. Tommy doesn’t know anything about Phil, actually. That’s kind of the problem.

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    19 Jan 2023

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    Hehehehe historical au go brrrrrrr

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    Tubbo reached up with a hand that felt too large and felt his face.

    No burn. Clear vision in both eyes. No horns in his hair, which was blonde again. It hadn't been blonde in years. He sat up, limbs stretching out far past where he expected his elbows and knees to be. A familiar red and white shirt. It clicked.

    "How the fuck am I Tommy?" Tubbo said, listening to Tommy's voice fill the room.

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    clingyduo body swap AU that forces them to discuss their feelings

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    This is mandatory reading for anyone who wants to write c!clingyduo and I will die on that hill.

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    In retrospect, it would probably have been better to tell them, to make a joke out of it, than for Karl and Sapnap to find out themselves. They were halfway through the meal, Sapnap just finishing his recount of a ridiculous situation he’d gotten into with George a few weeks ago when he paused, his gaze settling on the side of Quackity’s face. “Is- did you pierce your ear?” He asked disbelievingly.

    Quackity’s hand flew up to the traitorous bandaid on his ear. Honestly, fuck self-care. If he’d left it uncovered, and his ear had just been a little red, no one would have even noticed. The stupid bandaid- “Yeah,” Quackity admitted. “With a needle this morning.” If he made light of the situation, maybe they wouldn’t care? Nonchalance sometimes worked with Schlatt. Schlatt, however, had never been particularly concerned with Quackity’s health. He squirmed in his chair. “It’s not a big deal.”

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    Ahem. Just working through my thoughts. Wrote it for me, you can read it too if you want.

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    It feels good–Jesus Christ, does it feel good–to have Wilbur so utterly at his mercy, to be the stronger one for once, the one on the other side of the wall, the one in power, the one to be feared.

    Control still feels so foreign in his mouth; it's addictive.

    Maybe that's why Schlatt liked it so much.

    Or; Quackity spirals when bruises on Wilbur’s neck remind him of Manberg, and of Schlatt, who he fears he's becoming. Wilbur talks some sense into him, and Quackity talks some back.

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    Honestly a spectacular fic with on point characterization and while it contains incredibly sensitive content it's handled very well. 10/10, would recommend but only if you're in the right headspace.

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